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*Trophy was irritated as hell when he found out he’d be sharing his hotel room with some loser. He had set up his area to be clean and full of his hard-earned trophies, his precious camera on his nightstand. He was dreading letting someone else in who would ultimately destroy everything and annoy him to all hell. Thanks a lot, OJ, you bastard.**It wasn’t long before he heard a knock on the door, and he cursed under his breath as he walked up to it.* “They’d better not fuck up my equipment..” *He grumbled to himself, ruffling a hand through his hair and pulling the door open, fixing the person outside with a death glare.*
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